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Who: Leonard McCoy and ota
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: on the Marsiva
When: Oct 29, morning

[McCoy has a blanket wrapped around his shoulders when the broadcast flips on; he's still cold, by God, and he's not above looking a bit silly in an effort to warm up. There's unoffensive music playing in the background and McCoy's eyebrow is fairly twitching in time to it.]

Two questions, for whoever's listening. [He's read everything he can get his hands on, but some things are better from people he can actually question. He holds up his index finger.] Where in the hell are we? I can't make heads or tells of what I'm seein' here.

[He holds up a second finger.] Where can I get a drink? Doesn't have to be good; it just has to burn.

[These are important things to know.]

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[Kitty tilts her head, giving him a little smile.] I don't remember if the Marsiva has alcohol and you're on the Marsiva which is the name of that ship and it is located in space. Which is about as much as I can narrow it down.

[He chucks his thumb over his shoulder, somewhat vaguely indicating the viewports behind him.] Yeah, I figured out that part about space. That's nothing new to me; I'd just like to know what sector I'm in.

[And she doesn't seem like anyone who has that information. Unfortunate. At least she's trying to be friendly.] I'm Leonard McCoy.

Kitty Pryde. And I could make a sector up for you if that would feel better.

Wait, Leonard McCoy? [She's heard that name before.] Dr. McCoy? [He did say he was used to space. She's pretty sure that was a name she heard from Pavel back in the prison before she got abducted for the second time into fleet. It kind of stuck in her memory since, well, Dr. Henry McCoy was a person back home. A very bad person. The one here's much better.]

[He's about to say something completely benign -- pleasure's all mine, Ms Pryde -- when she instantly seems to recognize him.

His name, at least.]

Yes? [It's drawn-out, like he's not quite sure that he should be answering in the affirmative.] Why?

[Well, there's the direct answer and then there's the more helpful one.] Kirk is here. He's the captain of the Tourist.

Of course he is. [Now he knows who to blame. (But beyond the snarl, there's a absolute relief. It shows in his expression.] And a captain at that. I shouldn't be surprised.

Pretty sure he would have been extra intolerable in any other position. [She doesn't actually find him intolerable.]

Yeah, I knew him as a cadet. Intolerable's one word for it.

My boyfriend's kind of in love with him, so I guess he has his good traits. [Is this a thing to openly admit to someone she just met or anyone ever?]

In a few days they should assign you to one of the ships in the fleet. You can always transfer.

[Had that sentence been about anyone but Jim Kirk, McCoy would have asked her to repeat it just to be sure. As it is, he just rolls his eyes.]

I take it tellin' someone that I'm already assigned to a starship and I don't want another assignment isn't gonna fly out here.

You could try. Make it public. It will be adorable. [That's a no.] Getting home is tricky. Also, we're from alternate realities. Most of us, not all of us. You might be from the same world as Kirk.

Believe it or not, that occurred to me. [His life is weird. Alternate timelines are pretty much par for the course.]

I'll believe it. I've had to believe stranger things. This is already my second multidimensional abduction.

The universe is full of strange and dangerous things. Figures I'd fall into one of 'em face first.

Not sure how dangerous it is. But I guess that depends a lot on how it compares to your world. [Her world was ridiculous. As if someone was just writing it to be full of tragedy and horrors.]

True enough. I suppose I haven't seen enough to make too much of a judgement. [Pause] Then again, I've just been abducted. A favorable worldview might be beyond me.

It can be safe and still suck a lot if that helps. [Big smile because life is strange.]

That depends on your definition of 'help.'

I figure loose definitions are always best.

Ready for some extra weird trivia?

I'm never ready for extra weird trivia. Give me what you've got.

This is my second time being abducted by mysterious overlords with control over the multiverse. Last time it was a prison under a dome underwater. That's where I met Pavel Chekov who mentioned you. [If Kirk ever brought him up it was probably as "Bones."]

[Well, that certainly qualifies as extra weird trivia. It visibly throws him for a loop for a moment before he manages to answer.]

You've met Chekov?

He's one of my best friends. [Not that she expects to ever meet a version of him who remembers her again.]

Which is weird. I know. You probably just saw him.

[Definitely weird, but weird is part of the job description.]

Yeah, I did. Not an hour ago, by my reckoning.

Feels like nine months since I last saw him now. Funny world.

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